sometimes it's so easy to drift away.

i don't just mean not writing my friends or absentmindedly glazing at the computer, though both of those seem to be trouble at the minute as well.

but not connecting with my life. disengaging from work, avoiding friends and social engagements. not talking to my sister in months. generally falling into an oblivious haze and foggy hollow I always regarded with contempt in my mother.

losing my sense of self and feeling completely at odds with the world.

it's a lonely stupid place to be.

i wish i was someone else.

or better yet, i wish i was me.